Overflowing with Love! Born to My Younger Mama, I Became a Vtuber Little Brother! I'm a Billionaire Because the Mama Who Rescued Me Unleashed My Hidden Talent! “Come Home? You Abandoned Me!” - Vol 1 Chapter 2
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Vol 1 Chapter 2 – Beyond the Memories
Michiru’s condo was built for the affluent. I was astonished by the beautiful hardwood floors and the spacious living room with its state-of-the-art kitchen.
Compared to my own place, it was night and day. My home was, after all, rather cluttered…
As soon as we stepped inside, I was made to sit at the dining table. Until that moment, no one had bothered to help me take off my shoes—but since my feet were dirty, it couldn’t be helped.
“Hold on a sec—I’ll wipe your feet for you.”
“I’m sorry. Thank you very much.”
I felt so pathetic I could only mumble my thanks.
“It’s alright; you can be even more clingy. I’m Mama, after all!”
It hadn’t even been an hour since she offered to be my Mama, yet Michiru was already treating me like her own child.
I figured I could endure anything she might do—as long as it meant I wouldn’t be left out in the cold tomorrow.
Michiru disappeared for a moment and returned with a towel.
“Okay—turn your little legs toward Mama!”
Being treated entirely like a child was a bit embarrassing.
“I can do it myself…”
“No way! Leave it to Mama!”
Before I could protest further, she interrupted me, and I fell silent.
“Alright…”
I obediently turned my feet toward her, and Michiru began wiping them. It tickled a bit.
“Even now, was it really a good idea to let me in?” I asked while she wiped my feet. After all, I’m a man and you’re a woman—and you’re so beautiful, there might even be a risk of me getting assaulted!
“Alright, that’s enough! Rin-kun, how about an arm‐wrestle with Mama?”
With that, Michiru shifted slightly and rested her elbows on the table.
“Okay…”
I took her hand.
“Go ahead—use some muscle!”
“Then…”
I gradually applied strength, but Michiru’s hand didn’t budge.
Before I knew it, I was giving it my all—but Michiru didn’t even flinch. Still, her hand wouldn’t move.
“See? It’s okay. Even if you feel a bit weird about losing, Mama’s pretty strong. So if you ever try to attack, you’ll get it right back!”
No, it wasn’t that Michiru was exceptionally strong—it was just that I was feeble. She must have rephrased it out of concern for me. She’s such a kind person.
“Thank you.”
“Huh? What for?”
Michiru looked at me quizzically.
That willingness to let anyone do anything to me had somehow vanished—I even knew, foolish as I was, that nothing truly terrible would happen.
“Enough of that—let’s eat! Do you like stew? Omelet rice? Or, since you’re a boy, maybe a hamburger steak?”
A rapid-fire barrage of kind words flowed from her, and just that made me feel as if tears might well up from happiness.
But…
“What is omelet rice?”
That was the one thing I didn’t know.
“Huh? Why don’t you know?” Michiru’s expression suddenly turned stern.
“I—I’m the eldest son, born shortly after my parents got married. When I was little, my mom wasn’t very good at cooking…”
After that, once I was old enough, I was given my own room and told not to leave it—just shuttling back and forth between school and my room. That was my youth.
The meals served then were always plain or instant fare—just the bare minimum for a human, I suppose.
“Today, let’s have omelet rice.”
Out of nowhere, Michiru wrapped me in a hug—a gentle, soft embrace.
“O-okay.”
But I felt incredibly embarrassed. Being hugged by a woman felt so… naughty.
“Alright, I’ll get cooking. But while you wait, is there anything you’d like to have to pass the time?”
“Uh, um… I don’t know.”
I’d never even considered “killing time” like that. I’d love to watch Michi-Mama’s stream, but now just wasn’t the time.
“I see. Well then, why don’t you help out? Mama will teach you everything.”
I was nervous—I’d never helped out in the kitchen before—but somehow, I felt that with her, even if I messed up, she’d forgive me.
“Okay!”
When I agreed, Michiru gently took my hand.
“Come on, let’s do it together.”
With a warm smile, I stood up and followed her.
The kitchen was, as expected, spacious—and tidy. The sink sparkled beautifully.
Michiru opened the refrigerator and rummaged through it.
“Uh, here’s an onion. Think you can peel it?”
Really, memories from my childhood flooded back—I felt as if I’d helped out like this ages ago.
“Alright, I’ll do it…”
But the idea of actually succeeding scared me. After all, it was all such old memories—I think all I had to do was peel away the brown skin.
“Yeah, give it a try!”
Saying that, Michiru flashed a triumphant fist-pump at me.
As I began peeling the onion, Michiru took out some chicken and placed it on the cutting board, chopping it into small pieces with a knife.
“Good job, good job!”
She cheered me on as I peeled the onion.
I felt a little embarrassed to be praised for something so simple. Peeling an onion was far easier than I expected—anyone could do it.
“Done.”
After I finished peeling, Michiru pulled a mincing tool from a kitchen drawer.
“Now, put it in here and pull the cord! Give it a try!”
I did as she instructed.
Michiru only had me do simple tasks that didn’t involve any knives.
And when all the helping was done, she hugged me and praised me.
That alone filled me with joy.